Sunsets are like magical dreams, they make you long for something you rarely have, they are beautiful, they make you listen, feel, turn inward, reflect, what it would be easy to always enjoy this spectacle of nature, relive the most beautiful moments and never crave for the past.
Dark storm on the horizon are stolen away with the rays, they let you live, you drift and yet, it is missing.
That moment when you can let yourself fall, gives you support, gives you confidence with, you want to melt the moment best in memory.
Hold me tight
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